The tall fella in an ostentatiously tiger-striped suit bats away the batting away, saying "if the fuckin' buttons zapped you I think I'da fuckin' know by now-" in an accent that sounds a bit like someone blended Italian and a bad fake American accent and then strained it through a sieve. He presses the button anyway and-

"Cazzo-" when it inevitably zaps him, and he draws his finger into his mouth. Fantastic.

"Okay, oracle of the fuckin' buttons," he grumbles around the finger, "how am I meant to use the fuckin' elevator if I can't touch the fuckin' button?"